The Old Mule

A view from my back porch…

  Going back a few years ago out in the kitchen of my old farm house hung the only electric light in the house. It was a cotton insulated wire dropped down from the center of the ceiling ending with a socket holding a glass light bulb in the end of it. We have somehow kept that tradition through the years of dimly lighting our way around this place. I say whats wrong with the flickering flame of a oil lantern as the evening finds you faithfully watching shadows dancing on the walls. Or even the glow from a good hearth fire just right to warm and soothe the cold from winters day.

 For now as Christmas gets closer our light will burn as it has for a lifetime now in this house that we call home. Modern day pioneers living where time stands still. Enjoying the spirit of the past as it meets today right here on Old Mule Farms………………………..Dan